...with rich inlay Broider'd the ground." Nor less exquisite is the following passage from Lycidas. " Return, Sicilian muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds...

...with rich inlay Broider'd the ground." Nor less exquisite is the following passage from Lycidns. " Return, Sicilian muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, wbcie the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds...

...with rich inlay Broider'd the ground." Nor less exquisite is the following passage from lt/cidas. " Return, Sicilian muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds...

...Klthet cast Their bells, und flow'rets of a thousand hues, Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers ute Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks; On whose fresh lap, the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all yonr quaint i-namelled eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return, Alpheus ! the dread voice is pass'd, That shrunk thy streams: return, Sicilian Muse ! And...the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowrets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds,...

...and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. T5 ***** Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ;...flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low where the wild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the sivart-star...

...the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.' Return, Alphens, the dread voice is pass'd That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And...the swart-star sparely looks ; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with...

...Buonaparte died in 1820, at St. Helena. Lachrymal Plovers, from I.ycidas, by Milton. Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams. Return,...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...streams ; return Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowrets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, 135 dently the old Gothic sword of chivalry. This is styled an engine, and...

...that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Return, Alpheus, turn'd the tuneful art From sounds to things, from...false mirror held up nature's light; Shew'd erring flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds,...